As long as there is faith, the right setbacks can make people more courageous, and the pain of the past will inspire people to move forward.

After leaving the green path of Shennong Villa, Li Ji secretly sighed: Although he can't change his natural physique, he has always adhered to a belief that he will not admit defeat, and the humiliation of the bamboo forest crotch will be unforgettable in this life. The spirit beast forest was punished, almost died and survived, and was blessed by misfortune, and was occasionally rescued by a master outside the world, and awarded a peerless swordsmanship. After devouring the thousand-year-old tarantula spirit beast, he reshaped his muscles and bones, broke through the zero order of the first spirit, and disobeyed his master in order to maintain the reputation of the old man Dugu, so he had today's trip to the Blood Maple Forest.

And the origin turned out to be the arrogant, despicable and shameless Xiao Baojuan.

The world is reincarnated, and everything has a fixed number.

Li Ji remembered all kinds of past events, such as yesterday, with a lot of thoughts in his mind, but in the end, he was inexplicably fixed on that faint rose-purple figure, a smile, moving, always lingering in his heart.

"I didn't expect her to be the cousin of Xiao Baojuan, so their relationship must be unusual......" A pair of shadows in his brain were shaking, and an indescribable feeling suddenly spread throughout his body.

The flowers and plants along the road suddenly dimmed, the mountain spring in his ears no longer sounded crisply, and in a trance, the pair of shadows that were about to leave passed by him, with a contemptuous sneer on his face, faintly piercing his heart.

With a "hiss", the bag behind him was torn open by the roadside thorns, and the thing fell to the ground.

"Oops!" Li Ji exclaimed, and jumped backwards, it turned out that when he was stunned, the thorns cut through the bag and pierced into the skin, and a streak of blood slowly seeped out.

With a slightly bitter smile, he tidied up his somewhat messy hair and the belongings that had fallen to the ground: a Chixiao sword, a pack of steamed buns, scattered pills, and a copy of the Book of Ancient Texts.

Looking at the yellowed book, I couldn't help but recall Yu Nizi and Su Xiaoxiao, who were very moving and captivating for the first time in the "Spring Manlou" Oiran election, and the high-spirited and suave fourth brother Xiao Ling'er.

The four of them swore incense together, worshiped heaven and earth, kowtowed, and tied the golden orchid, time is fleeting, the past is like smoke, and sigh that life is like the first sight, the surprise at the first sight, the heartbeat at the first sight, the scorching heat at the first sight, and the beautiful feeling is like the fragrance of flowers at the beginning of spring, permeating life, lingering, and haunting dreams.

"I don't know where they are, how are they doing?" muttered to himself.

The distant mountains are hazy, the streams are murmuring, the grass is green, and a touch of blue is slanting across the sky, and the faint natural beauty like an ink painting is in full view.

After walking for an hour, I saw a tea shop on the side of the road in the distance.

At this time, it was already three poles of the sun, and he hurried quickly, and suddenly felt that his mouth was dry, so Li Ji asked for a bowl of tea and sat down to rest for a while.

The simple tea shop is built on the road leading to the Seven Peaks of Shennong and the Blood Maple Forest, and there are few pedestrians, and occasionally they are seated, but they are just dusty and hurried.

"Shopkeeper, how to get to the Blood Maple Forest?How far is it from here?" A white fat young man with thick legs and big eyes, with a big round belly, sat on the bamboo chair of the tea shop, and the bamboo chair "banged" and made a loud noise, as if it was about to collapse.

The white fat boy's face was pale, his round eyes were swollen around, and he found that he had not alarmed others, so he moved his hips slightly and sat up straight.

"You...... Do you really want to go to the Blood Maple Forest?" Hearing this, the shopkeeper was shocked, and almost fell to the ground with the teapot.

"Of course, I heard that there is a kind of blood maple fruit in the blood maple forest, which can be described as a rare fruit, the fruit shape is strange, the quality is fresh and tender, the flavor is delicious, and it is extremely delicious, and I drool when I smell it......" The white fat boy licked his lips with his tongue, and looked up and imagined that the blood maple fruit had been chewed in his mouth, the aroma was tangy, delicious, and mouth-watering......

"Hmm...... It's about three miles down this road...... Haven't you heard that the Blood Maple Forest is often haunted by werewolves on full moon nights?"

"Werewolf?, this is the first time I've heard of this......" The white fat boy squinted his eyes and said disapprovingly.

"On the night of the full moon, the blood maple forest is three miles in radius, deserted, because it is terrifying, mysterious, and dangerous, few people dare to go to this forest, and even if they go in, they never come out again. Before sunset, I have to clean up as soon as possible, close the door and go home. When he said of the Blood Maple Forest, the shopkeeper's bowed body straightened, and his hands trembled constantly.

"It doesn't matter what kind of werewolf or human wolf it is, I'm afraid that he will do something! I'm a cultivator of immortals, and it's bad luck to meet me. It's hard to come out today, and the Blood Maple Forest is going to be decided anyway. The fat man slammed the table, his ears ringing.

"Oh, it turned out to be an immortal! The little one who has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and he's offended!" When the shopkeeper heard that the white fat boy was a cultivator, he immediately poured tea with a smile.

"What a big breath, it turned out to be a fellow cultivator, looking at his palm, it seems to be amazingly powerful, but his cultivation is actually not high, he is strong on the outside and dry in the middle, and he is just a false appearance......" Li Ji smiled secretly in his heart, and then habitually put the thumb of his left hand under his lips and moved back and forth, frowning, thinking hard, "This fat man seems to be a little familiar, as if he has seen it somewhere." ”

After resting for a while, the white fat boy got up and headed towards the Blood Maple Forest, followed by Li Ji.

After walking three miles, a big forest appeared in front of him, and he saw a mottled stone tablet, which was engraved with three big characters, because of the age, the vermilion lacquer had fallen off, but the three big characters of "blood maple forest" could be vaguely distinguished.

The dim sunlight shrouded this strange blood maple forest, the ancient trees towered to the sky, obscuring the sky, gloomy and quiet, as if everything was sleeping in the fear of death, and occasionally an unknown bird cries out a creepy strange cry, and the swaying figure of the branches, making people seem to have hallucinated in the underworld.

The stout and towering strange vegetation and the nameless reptiles with enchanting colors all look so unusual.

Li Ji walked into the Blood Maple Forest uneasily, and there was a swamp in front of him, as if it was boundless, and the swamp was emitting wisps of green smoke, emitting a rotten and stinking smell, which was disgusting.

The reason why the Blood Maple Forest is isolated from the outside world is that it is separated by the Death Swamp, the Silent Blood Lake, and the Black Forest.

The Swamp of Death is eerie and terrifying, and outsiders hardly dare to set foot in it.

Occasionally, someone who dares to break in will be caught in the swamp of death.

"Ah......h

I saw a corpse hanging in white clothes, with his arms outstretched, hanging on a dead tree like white bones, his hands stretched out to the sky, as if muttering complaints.

And the hemp rope hanging under the branches of the tree was gently blown by the wind, and the clothes were swayed with the wind, the tongue in the throat was stretched out very long, the eye sockets were wide open, and the round and convex eyeballs stared blankly at the ground, or deeper......

"Are you...... Are people ghosts?" Li Ji was dumbfounded, barely squeezed out a sentence, and didn't hear back for a long time, so he strengthened his courage, picked up a piece of rubble on the ground and smashed it at the white-clothed hanging corpse.

With a "bang", the white-clothed hanging corpse actually snorted, the dead branches broke, and the heavy body rolled down from the tree.

The white-clothed corpse covered his buttocks and slowly got up and scolded: "Oops, my fart-stock! stinky boy, throw it quite accurately......

"The white-clothed corpse can actually speak?"

Li Ji was slightly stunned, and after a closer look, it turned out that the white-clothed corpse was a big living person, and it turned out to be the white fat boy pretending to be a ghost.

"He-mother-of-the-other, who are you? Why are you following me? Aren't you a robber?" the fat white boy leaped and landed lightly beside Li Ji.

"I'm not a robber and I'm not following you. Li Ji smiled bitterly.

"Don't think I don't know, and you say you didn't follow me, so why are you sneaking around from the back of that tea shop?" the fat white boy snorted through his nostrils.

"I'm here to do something important in the Blood Maple Forest. Look at your body, presumably you are a person who cultivates immortals, the so-called 'heaven and earth are born with me, all things are one with me', you have your pursuit, I have my affairs, the road is facing the sky, each goes to one side, in ancient times, you and I have cultivated our own way, and no one hinders anyone!"

"Oh, could it be that you are also a person who cultivates immortals? Since you are a fellow practitioner, you have something to say......" After a pause, the white fat boy clasped his fists and saluted, and said loudly, "I am the one hundred and ninety-ninth generation disciple of the Shennong Mountain Villa Zidian Academy-Zhou Babao is also!"

"Zhou Babao? Li Ji suddenly remembered that this fat man was Zhou Babao, who was introduced at the same time and assigned to study medicine under the ghost doctor Dao Changmen of Zidian Academy, known as "Eight Treasures Porridge".

"Li Ji, it turned out to be you! What are you doing here?" Zhou Babao said with great joy, and the person standing in front of him turned out to be Li Ji, the "famous" junior brother of the whole village.

"I was ordered by my master to come to the Blood Maple Forest to hunt a werewolf. Sure enough, as Li Ji expected, he was really a well-known "celebrity" in Shennong Villa - famous for being the first immortal cultivator waste material with zero spiritual power in a thousand years.

"What, there are really werewolves here?" I also said that it was a lie from the nearby villagers to scare outsiders, it seems that after finding the Blood Maple Strange Fruit, you have to apply oil to the soles of your feet as soon as possible......" Eight Treasure Porridge muttered in a low voice.

Although he hadn't entered the swamp yet, his legs and feet had weakened, and his voice trembled a little: "I don't know what a werewolf looks like?"

"I don't know, we have to go to the Blood Maple Forest anyway, so it's better for the two of us to go together, and if we really encounter something, we will have a response. Li Ji smiled and extended a hand of friendship to the Eight Treasure Porridge.

"Good brother, it's a deal. Zhou Babao was ecstatic, held Li Ji's hand tightly, showed a row of white teeth, and laughed......

"Help......" The barren and overgrown swamp, the mournful cry covered the heavens and the earth, melted into the air by the wind, leaving only a faint sob, circling and echoing, for a long time.

In the middle of nowhere, where did this sound come from?